I manage to stand without falling over. “You’re not mean, Sir.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen me mean, yet, boy. Maybe one day, when I think you can handle it.”
If I haven’t seen mean yet, I’m not sure if I want to.
Right now, I need to get cleaned up so I can study, becauseabsolutelyI want to prove Susa right.
But I stop and turn before I’ve even taken a couple of steps. “Sir, does this mean I belong to Her now?”
“I’m still at the top of the food-chain, if that’s your question, boy. Unless you don’t want me there.”
Fear flashes through me, and I shove it away. “I still want you there, Sir.”
He nods. “Good, because that’s where I want to be.”
I head to the bathroom to clean up, my brain struggling to process this latest development.
Make no mistake about it, I’m loving it.
I’m just…processing.
* * * *
Yes, I did study, thank you very much. By late Saturday, Susa’s given me my first spanking with Carter closely supervising and critiquing her technique. It becomes easier to relax when naked around her, too.
Might be because the two of them gave me three orgasms before lunch, leaving me literally drained.
As Carter warned me, I am growing accustomed to this, finding it easier to focus only on him—or Her, as warranted.
While I do a lot of studying this weekend, there is also a lot of talking—and a lot of cathartic crying on my part that I know, somehow, I need to get over. By the time late Sunday afternoon rolls around, I’m exhausted and feel like I’m about to drop.
Carter studies me. “I think I need to take you back to the dorm,” he says. “Would you mind if I ran you home and came back here?”
I’m at that nearly numb point, but unlike earlier points in my life, this numbness isn’t because I’m in so much emotional pain that I’m trying to protect myself from it.
This time, it feels like I’ve scrubbed myself raw in good ways, sloughing off dead flesh so that tender, fresh skin is now exposed and needs time to acclimate.
This is the good kind of numb.
“That’s fine, Sir.” I don’t even know what time it is.
I get dressed and Susa hugs me, long and hard. “See you tomorrow morning, boy,” she says, kissing my cheek.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I sit slumped in the passenger seat as he drives me home in my car. We’d taken mine today, and I don’t care if Carter drives me or not. The two of us switch vehicles back and forth so often now that we each have keys for the other’s car on our own key rings.
I think he’s going to just let me out when we arrive, but he parks and won’t let me carry my own stuff. He accompanies me upstairs and once we’re safely locked behind our door, he sits with me on my bed and holds me for a minute.
“Why am I so exhausted?” I ask.
“Because this is hard work you’re doing. And I’mreallydamn proud of you for doing it, too.”
Hell, I’m too tired to even perk up over that praise. “Thank you, Sir.”
He kisses the top of my head. He does that more often, and I don’t mind in the least. He’s affectionate with me, and I know he’s right that I’ve got “skin hunger” from going so many years without.
“Okay, boy. I want you to spend the rest of the evening relaxing, napping, watching TV, whatever. Chill out. Complete free time. You can snack if you want to, but I’ll bring you dinner in a few hours.”
